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29 March 2010 Ashley Green vs Jaime Pressly

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Boxing After Dark (Hooters sponsored)

Posted by simguy on 3/29/2010, 7:00 pm

BEFORE: Georgia native Pressly an honorary Hooters Hottie: she's definitely the home-town favourite. "Greene's all mouth," Jaime asserts in prefight. "Which makes a nice target when you think about it. Kid's gonna get a lesson, and i can't think of a better way to get her beat than down-home country-fried style." Greene fit n' chipper in prefight, showing no signs of intimidation despite her opponent's fearsome rep. "Look, Jaime's a good 2-3 years past her prime - it just hasn't been exposed yet," Ashley shrugs. "She needs to be taken apart by a young, up and coming phenom, and wouldn't you know it: here I am. When I bust this blonde, people are gonna realize that Ashley Greene is no joke." Hooter's gear for both - black top and bottoms for Jaime; white and orange for Ashley; white gloves for both; white Hooters shoes/socks. Ring outdoors in the parking lot of Atlanta's original Hooter's joint: bleachers set up all around - waitresses serving customers from the bar under a blazing noon-day sun.

During R1: Similar athletic stances - right hands at chests, left hand lower, slightly out front. Jaime roaming to either side, rolling her hands when she's outside, shimmying her shoulders - even flashing a little Ali shuffle to get the crowd hooting. SUDDENLY THERE'S PUNCHING! Jaime darts in a lead right hand - missing over Ashley's ducking head. Pressly leans back as Ashley's hook smites inside blonde right shoulder; girls trade whistling rights, missing past rival right ears. They part, then dart back in - Pressly seeking flashy lead rights, then licking hooks off the front leg; Greene lunging in with lead hooks, hoping to chase Jaime down with follow-on rights. Pouncing, energetic stuff - girls bending low at the waist, working in and out, throwing power. Not a lot of clean contact...Jaime a little more accurate overall, but mostly grazing Ashley's brow or mouth in exchange for the odd meaty hook in the ribs.

R2: Ashley: crouching low; right hand stacked atop left at her chest. She steps strong onto left foot, brings the walloping right hand across: steps onto right foot, hauls the left across. Walking barrage pounds Pressly to ropes. Jaime: closes stance - left shoulder pointing at Ashley; right tight to chest, left across tummy; Pressly scowling, lips pursed. Jaime working from the pocket; little six-inch right uppercut nipping to chin; swatting little six inch right hand cuff to Ashley's left ear; right-shoulder lean into ropes as Greene's hook pounds left shoulder; bounce-back tidy little right on Ashley's face. Nipping, clipping, tidiness from Jaime: she's just dug in at apron, flat footed - moving her torso/head, rolling and countering, chipping away at Green with tart right hands. Down the stretch, Jaime rolls Ashley's clubbing right with the left shoulder; answers back a gorgeous little right uppercut to chin; puts a swatting right hand to jaw and ASHLEY'S ROCKED! Greene's eyes bleak, knees giving way: Jaime lashes hook off her hip to kiss Ashley's lips, then leans in a clapping right ear-to-chin that leaves Greene staring. Bell: Pressly with a hard grin; Ashley swaying woozy on the spot.

R3: Greene: mounts walking barrage out of the crossed-arm stance again - swinging rights and lefts bashing Jaime to ropes. Greene snarling, hooking Jaime's tits, then coming across righty-to-chin: Pressly smote clean, head tossing aside as she's driven to ropes. Greene pounding the ribcage hook/hook/right hand - coming back up top the hook to rock Jaime's jaw. Pressly in stupor - right hand stacked atop left at her stomach, eyes staring in confusion: Ashley strokes her a right ear-to-chin, then hooks her cheek. Jaime groggy, leaning back into ropes; bending at waist to roll her torso...she moving her head, but Ashley's humming, keeping her blonde under pressure. Smart, stubby jabbing from Greene keeps Jaime defensive; wide, open-palm hooks cup Jaime's jaw with illegal heel-strike delivery, then Ashley's bending into chopping right hands, POUNDING off face. Pressly's curvy legs holding her up: she's badly pasted, really clapped upside the head again and again as Ashley leans into those right hand bombs. Bell: Jaime's turn to stare and stagger in swoon: Greene glaring, stomping back to her corner all business.

R4: Midring slugfest - both girls dishin'. Jaime: Slick little right uppercuts (weight on right leg); swatting hooks off her tummy upside Ashley's head (weight on right leg); wide right hands clapping ear as JP leans weight to left leg. Ashley: chugging left/right assault up the middle - ringing up tummy/tits; tight hooks to jaw/overhand right chasers. Bitter, bruising back and forth - all even until late: Jaime with that sneaky little right uppercut catches too much chin, unhinges Greene's legs. Ashley staggering away in confusion: Jaime leans in with a swinging sidearm right upside the head - reloads and gets it again as Greene's facing into the hurt shabby.

R5: Same again - Greene closing, forcing battle midring: Jaime accomodating her from that slick closed-stance look. Greene bashing away - chugging up the middle; slamming wide to flanks. Jaime shorter, nippier with her strokes: clipping little six inch right uppercuts and cuffing little rights to ear - punctuated by the odd wiping hook off the waist. Pressly's defence noticeably superior: look at her roll Ashley's right hands with the left shoulder; watch as she leans back onto her right leg to evade Greene's compact hook - then tilts forward to jot the right to Ashley's face. Down the stretch, Pressly's accuracy begins to tell: Greene's knees buckle, eyes moistening with alarm. Pressly hooks the mouthpiece off Ashley's teeth; doubles the hook to jaw again; TRIPLES the left hand with a little uppercut to chin, sending Ashley stomping back on her heels. Bell: Pressly hard-eyed, looks things over with satisfaction.

R6: HAMMER AND TONGS! Greene out smokin': carrying the right hand into Jaime's ribs out of that aggressive crossed-arm crouch. Both girls come back hooking: Ashley gets the better of it, backing Jaime up. Pressly with the right uppercut from too far out: Ashley times her chopping right just right, pounding Jaime's face back in trade. Pressly hitting ropes in disarray, head lolling dangerously, lips parting: SHE'S HURT! Ashley stepping-to: wide, open-palm left strokes Jaime ear-to-chin, cupping her face for a PLOWING right hand. Pressly stunned, staring, right hand stacked atop left...she's goggle-eyed, slumping back into ropes. Ashley baring fangs...wide, cupping, open-palm left strokes Jaime's jaw: POUNDING right loops slightly wide, clapping left side of Jaime's face. Pressly in stupor, taking head shots: those cupping lefts, those booming rights! Crowd in hysterics...Pressly ready to go...and JAIME BANGS BACK! Pressly out on her feet, summons right uppercut/left hook to punch Ashley's face tic-toc: Greene doubleclutching, momentarily startled. Jaime slugging from her waist - slops the hook across Ashley's mouth - bends torso-left to pull a slamming right upside Greene's head. Greene wobbles in her stance, blinking in shock: she backs up as Jaime wades off the ropes, pitchin' from her pockets! Lefts and rights clap at Ashley's staring face, stroking her jawlines. Greene tottering backward, facing into punishment...she answers back a pushy right, eating a jackhammer right in trade that spins her head. Jaime lunges in with a short hook, elbow in tight to her body as she lands to chin and ASHLEY GOES DOWN! Greene blown to her back as Jaime basically jumps into her...Pressly stumbling forward, trampling downed brunette en route to ropes...IT'S OVER! Ashley on her back, arms outstretched, mouth wide open, eyes shut tight in a little KO'd frown: KO6 Jaime Pressly in a Hooters tilt for the ages.

After: Pressly out on her feet, but groggily jubilant: she turns back lovely young challenger in a honky-tonk slobberknocker. "She wanted to brawl with me, I brawled," Jaime drawls in postfight. "Big mistake, but what else could she do? If we boxed, I'd shut her out - I give her credit for giving my fans a thrill before laying down. Bottom line: I'm gold, baby - I'm platinum. Cheap tramps don't get over on gold."